Miel walked despondently through the dark alley, her expression somewhat dim.
"Why do they always treat me like a child..."
She leaned against the church's marble wall, feeling her heart turn as cold as stone in the night.
"Is being young also a fault?"
Staring at the ground in silence for ten minutes, Miel finally sighed deeply.
"Ah."
Having said such excessive words to him earlier, she was already feeling some regret...
"How will the Squad Leader see me from now on? It will be awkward, won't it."
She straightened up and slowly walked towards the outside of the alley.
Just as she stepped into the moonlit area, she saw the Anti-Christ, Rasul, standing against the wall, dressed in a crisp white suit and holding a golden apple in his left hand, like a gentleman about to attend a banquet, waiting for her.
"How did you get in here?" Miel asked in surprise.
"Heh." Rasul chuckled lightly, "The Church Court's force field shield isn't completely uncrackable."
